I was hanging out with a friend in San Jose (CA) last Friday evening, and I was surprised by how many attractive BBWs were out and about. The warm (but not super-hot) weather, with a nice lovable breeze, was probably involved. Having lived there for a couple years some time ago though, I didn’t remember this amount of beauty!
Downtown San Jose, and in particular San Pedro square, was beautiful. Many bars and pubs open full of people having a beer, talking and listening to music (including live music),and just having a good time.
I was at the Old Saloon and these two beauties walk in. They were thick and full of curves, with their big boobs and wide hips. One of them had her breasts bouncing as she was walking. But her legs were even better, bursting at the seams of the tight jeans. One girl had a shirt with a sexy cut on the side of the shoulder, revealing some of her softness. Not to mention the cleavage, which was generous. Most of all, I loved how comfortable they were with their big sexy bodies. It’s so great to see that!
After a beer I walked out of the saloon with my friend. We were chatting, and at some point I turned to the side toward the street. There, I saw a girl pedaling in the opposite direction on a bicycle. I can sort of see curvyness for some reason, even when I’m not really looking. I think I have a kind of “curv-dar”.
So I turn my head toward her, and I immediately notice her big legs. She is wearing a skirt, who is not doing a great job at covering her, I must say. Then, as she’s pedaling, a puff of wind blows her way. The light silky skirt she’s wearing flies around amiably, revealing the full girth of her thighs. My heart skipped a beat. They were huge! Long, thick and FULL of cellulite, with beautiful massive craters. Right there, for everyone to see! Oh, did I mention her legs were bare? No stockings to conceal the decadent fat and its glorious charm.
My jaw drops and my mouth waters. The wind pushes the skirt up, all the way up to her hip. I can see the bulging curves of her maternal pear shape in all its glory. The beautiful bumps of fat in the soft shadows of dusk. The copious jiggling caused by potholes on the street. Her hair flying in the wind, careless, with the classic look of her cocktail dress! She is an expression of beauty and generosity, sexual freedom and emancipated lust.
And then something magical happens. As she reaches with her hand to grab the rebel skirt to at least try to cover some of her bulging meat, she turns her head and… she looks at me! She sees me staring at her magnificent fat leg and she smiles. I melted right there.
And there it is, public display of cellulite, the pride of being what you are and just going with it, with the grace of a goddess. I wanted to run after her and wrap my body around her legs and adore her, singing songs to her opulence.